Testi His Hands - Janis Ian

His Hands

His hands were made of lightning\nHis fingers were the wind\nThey reached into my heart\nAnd let me love again\nHis touch was made for pleasure\nSo good it seemed a sin\nStroking my soul, keeping me whole\nTill I gave myself to him\nHis hands, they never hit me sober\nHis hands, they never marked my face\nI would rather be blind\nThan see him treat me that way\nI would rather be deaf\nThan hear that sound like a pistol cracking\nAs the spirit breaks\nAnd loves comes tumbling down\nHe learned it from his father\nAnd from his father’s wife\nHe learned from the preacher\nWho told her they were married for life\nAnd if I’d had his children\nThey might have learned from me\nI finally ran when I saw that his hands\nWould sign that legacy\nHe said, «I've broken stallions\nI’ve broken mares too\nGiven time, and the right frame of mind\nI swear, I’ll break you»\nSo, come on you pretty women\nWho think that you’re too smart\nAnd learn from one who loved a damaged heart\nThere are some things you can gamble\nThere are some things you can change\nBut you can’t change a man with the law in his hand\nIt’s like trying to drown the rain\nHis hands, would never hit me sober\nHis hands, would never mark my face\nThey would rather be blind\nThen to treat me that way\nThey would rather be deaf\nThan to hear that sound like a pistol cracking\nAs the spirit breaks\nAnd love comes tumblin' down\nTumblin' down, tumblin' down